Song of Solomon, 7

1. CHORUS: Come back, come back, girl from Shulam, come back, come back, where we can look at you! Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam, dancing between two lines of dancers?

1. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

2. LOVER: How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, O prince's daughter! The curve of your thighs is like the curve of a necklace, work of a master hand.

2. Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3. Your navel is a bowl well rounded with no lack of wine, your belly a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.

3. Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

4. Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

4. Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5. Your neck is an ivory tower. Your eyes, the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose, the Tower of Lebanon, sentinel facing Damascus.

5. Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.

6. Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple; a king is held captive in your tresses.

6. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7. How beautiful you are, how charming, my love, my delight!

7. This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].

8. In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.

8. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

9. I have decided, 'I shall climb the palm tree, I shall seize its clusters of dates!' May your breasts be clusters of grapes, your breath sweet-scented as apples,

9. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

10. and your palate like sweet wine. BELOVED: Flowing down the throat of my love, as it runs on the lips of those who sleep.

10. I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.

11. I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.

11. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12. Come, my love, let us go to the fields. We will spend the night in the villages,

12. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

13. and in the early morning we will go to the vineyards. We will see if the vines are budding, if their blossoms are opening, if the pomegranate trees are in flower. Then I shall give you the gift of my love.

13. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

14. The mandrakes yield their fragrance, the most exquisite fruits are at our doors; the new as well as the old, I have stored them for you, my love.

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